by Alisha P.
All my adventures down the rabbit hole...
|"Stir the soup!" The cook shouted. "Stir and don't let it burn!"
"Ok, ok, I will." I sighed.
I stirred until the soup started to thicken. I stopped stirring and secretly added garlic, ginger, tumeric, carrots, and salt to the soup. I hope she won't notice.
"The soup is thickening," I said. "Can I stop stirring?"
"Yes, pass the pepper!" She yelled.
I grabbed the pepper and gave it to her. The cook poured the whole container into the soup. I looked at her in shock. I can't believe someone would put a whole lot of one spice in a pot of soup.
"Uh...um...Isn't that too much pepper?" I asked, trying to come back from the dead.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN TOO MUCH?" The cook screamed.
The cook's scream lifted me up the air.
"Nothing," I mumbled. "I hope no one gets a heart attack."
"What was that?" The cook asked.
"I said nothing," I said.
"Good." The Chef smiled. "Now clean the dishes!"
I groaned. Doing the dishes at home was sometimes a nuisance, but this was now pure torture. I started them anyway as I knew she was going to scream again.
It took me 5 hours to complete the dishes. When I finished, the cook said, "Come here and taste this!"
I didn't know whether I was going to be worried about food poisoning or the terrible stench the pot gave. I took a spoonful of the soup and tasted it. To my surprise, it didn't taste like burnt socks or toads. Instead, it tasted like my dad's homemade chicken soup.
"It tastes good!" I smiled.
"Thanks!" The cook smiled back.
"Can I add a few ingredients?" I asked.
"You may only add one." The cook sternly said. "Make sure it's not poisonous or the queen will have your head!"
"Okay," I replied.
I looked around the kitchen in search of cumin. It wasn't around.
"Don't you have any cumin spice?" I asked.
The cook looked at me in confusion.
"No, we don't have any cumin." The cook replied. "Try looking around the herb pots."
"Ok," I said as I looked around.
I didn't find any cumin, but I found basil, so I decided to add this leaf instead. I picked a few of this leaf and added them to the soup.
"The soup should be finished within a couple of hours." The cook said.
"Ok," I said.
I sat in a chair next to the pot. Nearby, I saw a Cheshire cat with the widest smile I've ever seen. I believe I know this one...
(Word Count: 429 words)